Office Dynamics (The Hunt Begins)

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The first of our employees has left. Sure, we’ve had people leave, some recently, but this was the first person who left due to dissolution of the firm.

What a cry fest it was! No crying at the goodbye luncheon –  that went very well as everyone recounted their days at the firm (the bosses did not attend, so we could speak freely).  But at the end of the day, tears abounded as our friend, a female attorney (who had been with the firm for more than 20 years), packed up her car with the last of her personal items.

A second employee, a secretary (with the firm 19 years), will be leaving at the end of next week. The rest of us are still scrambling.

Not everyone in our office has gotten along over the years, but now that we’re all in the same boat and facing a defined end to our employment, we’re pulling for and helping each other as much as possible. No one wants to see a co-worker unemployed on July 29.

At this point, many of you are thinking,

That’s all well and good, CookieCakes, but how the hell are you doing in your own job hunt?

Thank you for asking.

It was just before lunch on Friday, July 1 when the bomb was dropped on me. I had closings that afternoon at the County Clerk’s Office – while there, I began my networking, passing out a number of resumes and obtaining a number of leads.  I was told by several people that Attorney X had an opening  and pays well, but to stay away because he’s horrible to work for (hello, no one can be worse than my current boss – he’s a screamer and occasionally throws things!)

Upon returning to the office, I emailed some more resumes to attorneys I’ve worked with and then left for the long holiday weekend.

Arriving at work Tuesday morning, I found a return email from an attorney I admire, indicating that she would call me.  I then received a call from an agency, with whom I set up an interview.

Next, I sent out a couple of more emails (including Attorney X), and within minutes, received a return email from Attorney X that simply said, “I want to talk to you. Call me.”  I did, and set up an interview, which unfortunately won’t be until July 13 due to his busy schedule.

Meanwhile, my boss came to me in mid-morning and said he would be hearing from his new firm “today” with regards to my employment and salary package.  I just smiled and replied something to the effect of “Whoever gets to me first.”  I had already told him I need to see something in writing from the new firm before making a commitment.

My agency interview was set for Wednesday morning. As I drove into work that day, my cell phone rang – it was the attorney (let’s call him Attorney Y) who has just hired the secretary in our office, and he needs someone with real estate experience!  He received my resume from another attorney.  Our departing secretary had raved about how well her own interview went, and she is very excited about her upcoming new job.  My phone conversation with Attorney Y went exceptionally well.  How could I lose?  I set up an interview for Friday morning.

The agency interview was a bust. Turns out I have way more contacts that the recruiter does – I had already directly contacted nearly every employer she suggested.  So basically, I paid $5 in parking and wasted an entire lunch period.  Oh, well, can’t win them all.

Late Wednesday, I received the call from the attorney who had emailed over the weekend. As it turns out, she only has an opening for a secretary in a field other than mine, and while she’d love to find a place for me, we agreed it simply wouldn’t work out at this time.  But now she’s helping me look, too – ain’t networking wonderful?  However, she cautioned me, “Just don’t go to Attorney X, he’s terrible.”  Say what?  A colleague is telling me he’s a lunatic?  Ah well, I’m not cancelling the July 13 interview.

Friday morning came. My interview with Attorney Y was at 9:00 am.  I got there early and drove around to acclimate myself to the neighborhood – a perfect location!  Only a 20 minute drive on major roadways – eventually, I could probably start going home for lunch again.

The interview was fantastic.  He saw no problem with me continuing my 4-day work week, and daily hours could be 9-5, 8:30-4:30, or whatever, so long as the work got done. Definitely someone I could work with and for, and enjoy it.

Then came the salary discussion.

Turns out Attorney Y only has need for a part-time real estate paralegal and therefore, could not come even close to my current salary requirements.

However – and it’s a big however – the attorney who had passed along my resume shares office space with Attorney Y and also needs a real estate paralegal. Perhaps, if I was willing, they could find some way to structure an arrangement whereby I would work for both of them?  “If I was willing?” – hell yeah, bring it on!

It was left that Attorney Y would talk to his colleague over the weekend and get back to me on Monday (tomorrow).

And so I wait.

Meanwhile, when I got back to the office on Friday, I had a phone conversation with yet another attorney concerning a current deal. During the course of the conversation, I mentioned I was a little stressed because I’m in the middle of job hunting, and his immediate reaction was, “Email me!”  Which, of course, I did.

By the end of Friday, still no official word from my boss’s new firm as to whether they want me.

And, again, I wait.

What will tomorrow bring?  You’ll know as soon as I do!

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Why Dogs Are Bad For Your Health (Re-Blog)

I will  have a post soon on my job hunting efforts.  Meanwhile, as I listened late last night to the neighbor kids running amok in the street after dark – dodging traffic while riding hoverboards, bikes and scooters, and flying the new toy helicopter over other neighbors’ yards – I was reminded of this post from 2 years ago.  I didn’t realize at that time that the last sentence might turn out to be prophetic.  Enjoy!

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PUPPY CODY AT 6 MONTHS OF AGE

Bad puppy = bad health for puppy’s owner.  I have become an expert.

Cody is now over  7 months old, and thankfully is calming down a bit.  So I guess we’ll keep her (not that there really was ever any doubt in that regard).

After all, the broken foot really wasn’t her fault.  I had her outside on leash and the stupid next-door neighbor gave her 10-year-old son a power saw to chop down an 8’ rose bush running up the side of said neighbor’s house.  As if the noise from the saw wasn’t enough, the rose bush then started toppling toward my house and looked like it was going to knock down my 6′ privacy fence.  Fortunately, said neighbor’s 8’ high trampoline prevented the fall onto the fence.  Unfortunately, the whole event startled Cody, who yanked me off the sidewalk, making me twist my foot and break the fifth metatarsal bone.

Of course, being me, I refused to believe it was, in fact, broken.  We were taking my mother-in-law out for dinner that evening, and I insisted on going anyway.  After hobbling into and out of the restaurant, and barely picking at my food, my husband insisted we take my mother-in-law home and then head to the ER.

The ER was not staffed with the A team that evening.  Even the x-ray tech questioned why an ankle x-ray had been ordered when I clearly was complaining of foot pain.  Sure ‘nuff, an hour later I was returned to radiology for the foot x-ray.  Yep – broken.

BootOn the bright side, I did get a week off work and was given a really cool “designer” boot (see photo) and a brand new pair of really shiny crutches.

However, the velcro on the boot gives me a discernibly crunchy/squeaky gait, which I’ve been told is annoying to some of my co-workers.  Oh well.  Would they rather have continued to cover for me while I rested up at home?  I think not.

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As I said, thankfully Cody is growing up.  The beginning was rough.  I had forgotten just how much work a new puppy could be, and how little sleep the owner gets.  I had forgotten that puppies chew on EVERYTHING, including shoes, books, rugs, and couches.

Thankfully, pretty much everything in my house is old and needs to be replaced anyway.  We learned quickly to remove all breakables from puppy’s reach – although we did at times fail to realize just how high puppy could jump or climb.  And, we had totally forgotten about FRAP (frenetic random activity periods), when puppy goes berserk, runs from one end of the house to the other, jumping on and off furniture and flying up and down steps.  It’s a wonder she didn’t break all four of her legs.

Fortunately, the FRAP times have become sporatic.  But in a way, I sort of miss them.

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CODY AT 7 MONTHS

And thankfully, Cody has pretty much learned that she is NOT sleeping with me, and the battles over who occupies the bed/couch have become rare.  Good thing – now that’s she’s over 40 lbs., she could probably win that battle (but we won’t tell her that, will we?)

 

Yes, Cody is growing up.  She has become loving and cuddly most of the time.  And once my broken foot heals, we will begin to enjoy each other again.

Unless stupid neighbor decides her son needs a rocket launcher.

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When the Employer Closes Up Shop Without An Exit Plan

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Even the trees seem to whisper … oh, never mind

It’s official. My small law firm will be closing its doors at the end of July.

The two [very senior] name partners have decided to each go his own way – and without any regard for the staff.  The staff ranges in age from 45 to 67, and most have been with the firm for 10, 15, 20 or even 30 years.  I have been with them for 18-1/2 years.

Associates and secretaries were told several weeks ago to start looking for other jobs and that there will be no severance pay. Health insurance may or may not continue inasmuch as COBRA does not come into play when an employer disappears.

One attorney and a secretary found new jobs immediately (yay for them!); the rest are searching frantically.

Me?  Well, I’ve been blithely working in silence, content in the knowledge that my boss assured me he would take me along to his new office in the largest law firm in town.

Granted, I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, as that firm has a reputation for being the worst place to work if you’re not an attorney, and I wasn’t looking forward to parking every day in a City ramp, nor was I happy that I would give up my beautiful office with the door and windows, to move into a cubicle farm.

But at least I wouldn’t be on the street, right?

So, I’ve been working diligently in order to keep in good standing – sure wouldn’t want to get fired before the transfer, right?

While waiting for the official engagement letter from the new firm, I decided to upgrade my wardrobe a bit since the new firm has a “dress code” that is definitely not in alignment with my current business casual (actually, more like grunge casual) duds.  While shopping, I found myself buying outfits that would also be appropriate for a job interview, just in case.

Just in case” turned out to be “damned good thing I did.”

Yesterday, my boss informed me that he probably won’t be able to take me because I “make too much money” (say what?  I haven’t had a raise in 10 years and can barely pay the mortgage!) and the new firm already has plenty of support staff (much less experience, but cheaply paid, and the bottom line rules).

Could I go to that new firm for a decreased salary? Sure, technically – but I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am, and if I’m going to take a decrease in pay, be forced to go back to full-time, be forced into a cubicle, and have to start paying into my health insurance (and maybe have to discontinue my Remicade treatments), it’s sure not going to be in the City.  Jobs in the suburbs pay just as well and have free parking.  And I would no longer have to tolerate my boss screaming at everyone every day – nor would I have to worry about transferring all those active files currently sitting in my office.

May the job hunting begin.  Does networking help?  I guess I’m going to find out.  Wish me luck.

(Meanwhile, if you hear of a job for a top-notch real estate paralegal who has closing and title experience, let me know. Or an office manager job.  Or a job that would incorporate my writing and/or photography.  Anyone want to start funding my travel posts?  That would be way cool.)

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In Which Joey Goes to Work

As someone who may be forced into looking for a new job before the end of July, I find this post extremely relevant. I was planning to keep my job-hunting secret, but as many of you know, Not CM let the cat out of the bag (so to speak) earlier this week (did you miss that post, check it out here).

(Comments are closed here – leave comments over on Joey’s site.)

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I’m just jumping in and we’ll see where I land. I understand y’all may not want to read a lengthy post about jobs, yet here I am. I don’t blog for you.

Okay, so when I was young and single, it was not uncommon for me to work two or even three jobs at a time. Work all day at school or office, and when available, cold call for insurance guy in the evening. Then on weekends, deliver pizza.

When I was job-oriented, it was a different time. I went to places with signs reading NOW HIRING APPLY WITHIN, filled out an application for employment (this was on paper, we used our hands to write then) and a manager would speak to me, sometimes to schedule an interview, but mostly, people simply hired me on the spot.
I was not special. This happened to most of my friends in the olden days.
On Sunday, you could…

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